one of my oldest scribbling.. it describes a courtroom competition between a musical maestro & a local musician, during a king’s era..

so here goes nothing..

the courtroom electrifying, with anticipation,
real competition on the cards, the perception;
prince, classes and masses, buzzing air filled,
‘maestro’, ‘villa socrates’, who’s more skilled?

maestro filled the air; such delightful words,
appraisal, enjoyed by the prince & landlords;
common man so ignorant, the superior bliss,
its phenomenal, the message was the miss.

passing time halted, he took it to the past,
dominance of vocabulary; essence so vast;
‘miles ahead of any!‘, forecast n inference,
impossible; anyone else be the preference.

villa’s wordsworth, customary style n grace,
so composed, said unfinished was the race;
the humility, the calm; the words of poetry,
simple message, like one great god’s tree.

goodness in simple words, always the intent,
simplicity, the core of the flowing content;
no extravagance and no expansive words,
with royal men and masses; also the Lords.

fluency; decorated by the common man’s nod,
always, ‘goodwill to mankind is service to god.’
genius is same, there’s no bigger or smaller one,
art is divine, there’s never anything to be won.

so many religions, races, gods, castes, when all we need is a little bit of money to go with lots of goodwill…

i scribbled this around 5 years ago I think.. 2007 or so. even now, when I read this back, I wonder if I was in an asylum or something? I don’t sound sane.. these words prove that.

for a moment, when I forget the happenings of my life, happenings around me, happenings in this world & look up into the sky at night for a moment, I feel the insignificance of it all. just a flash, but every being is insignificant individually, in this cosmos. almost, like its all been scripted, and we’re just being shown our flashes of life.. yet, we motor along, for what its worth & for the time allotted.

so here goes nothing..

crystal in dark, myself for hours,
eons of those phase, I may bore;
so many affectionate ‘bon jours’,
one more radian, torch to roar.

egged on or falling ahead, am I?
oblique destiny breaks, not often;
to contemplate or be nonchalant,
later, tint glow, clime of the place.

dots scribbling or not on the satin,
my eyes seek the answers; just in
all epoch, they stare back at me;
not saying, sands of life are free.

blister they come, take by surprise,
for cover, conscience camouflages;
so pure, bits of thee; many infinite,
i just wait, my moments of flashes.

i scribbled this around 8-10 years ago I think, around 2003 or so.

even today when I am at a restaurant, I find the water as the most satisfying beverage.. (yeah, I can hear shouts of B-E-E-R)

so here goes nothing..

sun rises, dawn born, light pierces the day,
first form dew, from infinite faces of thee;
losing you, reborn as freshness in flowers,
always return of joy, with pearl like showers.

sweetness in fruits, lifeline of all beings,
pillar of dwelling place, soul of all things;
beauty to space lent, azure illumination,
fountain or stream, elegant culmination.

beings n nature cherish, the serene form,
mother of aquatic life, the saline form;
proportional, colossal, the gigantic form;
sweet and cute, fountain childlike form.

persistent, relentless, waves of the sea,
calm and composed, stillness of a pond;
powerful, unstoppable, the wildest faces,
absorbing, silent, humble oceanic form.

hard work, determination in perspiration,
quenching thirst, sublime innocence;
bravery, dedication, soldier forgets you,
purity, love in the Milk, what we are.

physically, ethically many countenances,
explosive potential, mold to any container;
can’t stand a resting place, with loopholes
adaptability, grit to defend our principles.

dissolution of sins, the holy spirits,
purity intact, so many absolutions;
tainted, revive the power in all of us,
stamp our identity, chaotic notions.

into the world through the creator,
the transparent frailty of life;
magic from cradle to the grave,
finally we rest in you, mere Ashes.

cleanses all, unbiased vigor, tranquility,
unselfish, unmatched, so much equality.

from a penancing sage to a happy-go-lucky common being, i’m sure everybody needs & encounters solitude all the time in their life.. as much we try to go away from it, it always catches up.

so here goes nothing..

poignantly mocking, so for a long time,
awaiting my return, see the wry smile;
wonder much, if you are wicked or good,
ain’t sure who you are, under the hood.

my fidelity my treachery with you, I feel
easily you avenge, by just being with me;
ecstatic, ignorant I am, when with you,
irony is i want to run away from you.

your worth when good times abandon me,
a false mask, I pretend I don’t need you;
as calm, knowing I am as fragile as a glass,
hopeless, pity you overestimate my class.

vexed are you, I forget the trace of you,
I betray you, comfort is in front of me;
somewhere deep, I keep looking for you,
why I feel he’s incomplete without you.

look for you, in the philosophies of the world,
seek you in the silence, impudent and cold;
once you are the ‘Silence’ within me,
wrong, ‘silence’ is just a part of you.

to my deepest of thoughts in reflection,
in my head ready with premonitions;
sensed you in my realizations,
nothing of you, all are misconceptions.

all leave, you are still with me,
being set free and with thee;
too much for granted, I am sorry,
whenever comfort in my vicinity.

my most unswerving friend, seldom did I know,
blessed enough, you are always there for me!

the instance a death sentence is written, I sometimes wonder, what the human mind is thinking. as much mocking as it appears to describe a death sentence using a poem, its just some random words I had scribbled around 5 years ago.

so here goes nothing..

dip of the pen and the last drop of ink,
ready to nozzle and out for his sink;
none of antagonism, was towards him,
none of a rivalry was towards him.

legacy, legality prompted the wordings,
cause and action, not refutable verdicts;
an alien ‘Nib’ decides the last breath?
storm of argument, on and off the court.

birth of last lines, on a fresh white bark,
the hand taketh a role to erase a mark;
between all ears, is hard to fathom,
alas! it’s just one of our own axiom!

last road of line, to lead him somewhere far,
last glimpses of life, for two will be ajar ;
still hand signifies, making of new events;
full stop precedes, breaking of two necks.

the following is something i had scribbled for my college magazine (yes.. actually published) when i was in my first year of college.. (roughly around 65 million years ago, when the Tyrannosaurus were still a nightmare to the cats around)

it is one of my favorites, for 2 reasons.. 1. it pretty much summed up my ability to scribble and sum up in points.

so here goes nothing as usual…

don’t mistake me as a poet,
and i know not how to write;
with pen & paper in my hand,
i just scribble for delight.

i’ve heard of many poets,
experts at writing verse;
like them, some do good humor,
like me, some get simply worse.

therefore before writing the poem,
nothing natural comes to my sight;
and by writing this poem,
i just give my mind a flight.

i want to write something inspiring,
i want to write something cheerful,
but the thought of exploring ideas,
has made my heart so tearful.

i want to write something funny,
but i know not how to start;
thinking about a beginning itself,
has torn my tiny brains apart.

now i really think of writing
something very elegant; but
there are so many poets around,
that all my ideas become moot.

thought i’ll end the quarrel,
as i fail at the initial hurdle;
and i realize taking on a bull-dog;
certainly not the work of a poodle.

well, i am very very sorry, as of now;
because of my plight, i cannot write;
my hollow head with a lack of thought;
by jove! it just cannot become light.